Day Fourteen; Footnotes Important Things

My son doesn’t know.


My mother needed to make a run to the grocery store for fruit for the incoming storm. Good daughter that I am, I took her over to the big box store. As we pulled in  the main entrance to the shopping center I couldn’t help but notice that there was a line of cars that not only long, but stopped. A closer examination showed that this was a line to get in to the testing site that had been set up in a section of the parking lot. Thankfully it was on the opposite side of where we were.


Managing to find a fairly close parking spot we went into the building. Amazingly there were plenty of buggies, grabbing one that actually rolled well, we set out on our quest. We both got some bananas and grapes then we deviated from each other. Mom needed some sodas and cookies. We checked on the dog food her dog eats but they didn’t have any. I did grab a different type of cookie and some chips. I also purchased some canned chicken to make a chicken salad sandwich. I went to check and see if they had any salt but of course all of that was long gone. I do have cat litter though so if we get ice I can take some of that down to mom’s to make sure they can get in and out safely to walk their dog. Unless I do it for them. But yes, I purchased chocolate chip cookies, chunky chocolate chip cookies and my son does not know this yet as I hid them. I will share, but I don’t plan on opening the package until the storm arrives.


After getting mom back home I came up here to put away my storm stash of goodies then went back to mom’s. Why? Because dad had some projects for me. He wanted me to wrap their well with something in his building. I go down and find what he had and brought it out. As I prepared to go to their well, he stopped me and asked me to move a length of pipe that was beside his house. It was longer than he realized. He asked if I could pull the sections apart but they were so securely shoved together I need help. He finally told me to move it back up almost to where it was originally. Then, he wanted me to cover up the wood that he had been cutting up for kindling. I managed to then get the well wrapped before he then wanted me to get his saw out of the building, get the drop cord and plug everything up. I had to find the saw, once I did I found out just how far I could stretch in trying  to reach that saw. Managing to grab the saw I got it out, got the drop cord and watched as he tried to cut the wood. It didn’t work as he thought it would, the wood was too thick for the saw to cut through. Giving up I had to put everything away. I finally managed to slip away and go home.

You do not go down there to do one thing for dad, you end up being handed a list. But that’s fine, I don’t mind. I know how blessed I am that my parents are still with us.


After I had been home for a few moments I thought I would find the stencils I needed to recreate the stencil that I figured I had thrown away. Going outside to the cabinets in my carport I looked for the stencil letters. What I found, was the stencil I thought I had thrown away. Bent up a bit but still in one piece. I brought it inside and decided that I was going to make another anyway, but it would at least be easier with the original. I placed it on the counter with something on top of it so it would flatten out.


When my son came in he told me that he was going to go hang out with some friends. There is a first time for everything, about time son, just be careful. He told me not to worry so much but I told him that I couldn’t help it. I was mom and its in my DNA. He was only gone a couple of hours but seemed to have enjoyed himself. I didn’t mind the quiet of his being gone, but then I do spend most of the day alone when I’m not taking care of mom.


When I got up this morning I had intended on doing nothing. I need to stop making those particular plans as they always seem to backfire on me and I end up doing three days work in one. One thing about it, I’m definitely not bored. When mom and I were in the big box store we spoke to people who were in the check out line with us. Even though the line were long, and there were only a few registers open, everyone seemed to be taking the wait in stride. Being able to help my dad even with his extended lists is a blessing. I know that and am thankful for every day. The fact that my son still lives here and helps me, is yet another blessing. I may not have a lot of material things, but I do know the blessings I have and they are much more important.

First time ever sharing this bed. Not sure why Bella looks so pitiful but she’s fine.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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